I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. Ireton," observed the chief turnkey of Westminster Gatehouse, as he helped himself to his third glass of punch; "but I never saw one like Jack Sheppard. As to Mr. He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable to the needle in the haystack. There was, it might be said, a double illumination. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. The idea of Ruth as a talisman against misfortune—which he now recognized as a sick man's idea— faded as his appreciation of the absurd reasserted itself.
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